Rue has had enough. If he wanted to listen to terrible metal bands at top volume all day, he would work in a music store instead of his own shop. Being stuck next door to said music store makes his job unbearable, and Rue is rapidly running out of patience. But when he finally does and goes next door to address the problem once and for all, he winds up with a different problem altogether.
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The Wrong Note
By Isabella Carter
Published by Less Than Three Press LLC
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission of the publisher, except for the purpose of reviews.
Edited by Courtney Davidson
Cover designed by Megan Derr
This book is a work of fiction and as such all characters and situations are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people, places, or events is coincidental.
First Edition February 2012
Copyright © 2012 by Isabella Carter
Printed in the United States of America
ISBN 9781620041154
To my parents who always believed I could touch the sky.
To my friends who gave me a couple kicks when I was too afraid to try.
Kiss Me Quick
Isabella Carter
"He's doing it again," Rue glared at the wall as if he thought it might magically transfer through the thin drywall to the object of his irritation.
Blatantly uncaring, his employee and so-called friend continued to flip through her book, occasionally highlighting a line in her reading, "I don't understand why you let it bother you so much. Honestly it just becomes white noise after a while."
Of course she wouldn't understand, the traitor. Before the store next door had become a shrieking monument to terrible metal bands, it had been quiet little Christian bookstore. The owner had been a sweet, old lady who had often brought Rue and Bea the extra cookies she baked. Her husband had died a few months ago though and she had moved to be closer to her daughter and grandchild. Not long after, the music store had moved next door and Rue had been forced to suffer the constant head pounding screaming.
"If it were just the music, maybe I could tolerate it." That was a lie really, but it sounded nice enough to say. And he half believed it. "But then there's the parking spot."
Bea rolled her eyes and turned the page, "It's not like there's a marker on the parking spot that reads, 'This spot belongs to an anal mother fucker, do not park here under pain of death.'"
Rue made a frustrated noise as he gave up the pretense of tea and peeked out the storefront window, "Do you think I should paint it there?"